Why metal drinking straws? How about: why not metal drinking straws! These would be the perfect thing to drop into a a glass of lemonade on those days when all you want to do is sit back in a rocking chair on your wrap-around porch, admire the Spanish Moss, yell at the kids to get off your lawn, and continue to repress the fact that your family’s fortune was built on the broken backs of slaves.
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Uh, we drink sweet tea when we do that.
DAMN. I knew I was getting something wrong.
Why not? Because they would be impossible to clean!
Although it seems like a handy item to keep in the 1st aid kit–you never know when a pesky pneumothorax may try to ruin the picnic.
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